Slag, Sludge and Snarl were trumping through the desert in search of their commander Grimlock. Had they known a song, or how to whistle, they may have done so. But on this day, not even idle banter stirred. Snarl was busy running scans and calculations on a dwindling Energon supply, while the other two, just walked. Snarl led them towards a nearby rock formation for a bit of shelter as the wind had kicked up, and the sand was clogging his hydraulics. “Bit windy out today isn’t?” Snarl looked at his comrades who stared back at him. “Yeeaaahh.. Wiinnddyy..” replied Slag, in a very uninspired manner. Sludge seemed preoccupied by something. He ventured behind the rocks and dug about in the sand. He seized a small square shaped object. A disk of some sort. “What is it?” asked Snarl, beginning to scan it. Sludge just shook his head. The blue disk began to glow, a strange form of Energon emanating from it. It was refreshing and alarming. The three Dinobots stepped back as a small Transformer appeared before them. “No! My sweet dream! The red sports car!” The tiny robot seemed to sulk for a moment before looking at himself. “Oh no! I’m the red sports car! It was a nightmare! Freud be damned!” The little bot was lying in the sand pounding the ground with his fists. “Um.. Hello?” Snarls query startled the little guy. He looked up to see their faces, obviously displeased at what he had found. “Oh, Maximals, and you’ve got older bodies too. How nice for me, to be tiny and useless.” The bot looked around as if he wanted to flee. “Who are you?” asked a confused Snarl.

The little bot took a confident pose and pointed to himself. “Me, I’m just one of the Autobots ace Mini-cons! Defender of Earth and right hand man to Optimus Prime! The name is Sideburn.” Snarl had heard that name before, but didn’t know he was a mini-whatever. “I have heard of you, but weren’t you, bigger?” Sideburn shot Snarl a sinister glance. “Yeah! I used to be awesome, still am, just, in smaller doses.” Sideburn was amusing himself. “This big green Meany named Megatron micronized me. Probably cuz’ I was chasing his girl.” Sideburn kept up his smile, but Snarl’s knowledge and time with the humans allowed him to detect a sad truth to the small bots words. “I am Snarl.” The little bot jumped up. “Snarl, as in the Maximal Snarl that’s kin to Alpha Trion?” Snarl laughed, and shook his head. “No, the Dinobot Snarl, and this is Slag and that’s Sludge.” Sideburn looked over the other two, not wholly impressed. “Never heard of ya, in fact, I thought Dinobots were extinct.” Slag and Sludge looked angry. Snarl leaned down to get as close to face to face with the tiny robot as he could “Well we aren’t and any implication otherwise would be foolish” “Yeah!” replied the other two Dinobots in unison. Sideburn shrugged it off. “Alright! Ok! I get it! You’re alive and stuff! So what do we do now?” Snarl looked out across the horizon. “We continue to look for Grimlock.” Sideburn seemed content with that. “Long as you guys don’t slow me down, or get me caught by the cons’ we are good to go. Oh! And keep an optic out for one more of those disks like I was in. Liftor is around here somewhere.”

“How did you get here?” Snarl prodded. “Well, I was on a ship with some other old Maximals and a group of Autobots. This rookie Duststorm, a real good mechanic and builder joined Liftor and Me. We’re helping these Maximals look for their missing friends, when this dumb Dino, no offense, teleports us off the ship. Well teleports them off the ship, they just threw us mini-cons out the air lock.” Sideburn didn’t look like he had enjoyed that. “Well your safe with us. We’ll smash any con’ that gets in our way, and enjoy doing it!” Snarl gave him a thumbs up, and Sideburn smiled.

Repugnus was piloting the ship to the surface to rescue his friends. He was filled with rage, and wanted to fight. But knew that he couldn’t. Unable to restore the two fallen Dinobots he gathered their remains for a proper human type burial, which was a Dinobot custom. His remaining clones were aiding him in the piloting of the ship, but they wouldn’t last forever. He was scanning the surface for a place to set down when the monitors began detecting an in-bound ship. Repugnus lost himself in the moment and made a hasty landing. He crashed the ship down onto some rough terrain, but hide it well from sight. The other ship flew by without any hesitation. Repugnus was relieved for as much as he wanted to fight, he didn’t want to get stranded without a ship on some crazy planet in another dimension.

Razorclaw was inspecting his current Energon supply. “Oil Slick how is progress.” The Decepticon scurried over to his master. “We are above schedule with ease Master. But why even trifle with this Energon with Unicron right there?” Razorclaw called out for Treadshot. The subordinate to Oil Slick arrived in just a few seconds. “Yes Master?” He said while standing at attention before Razorclaw. “Shoot Oil Slick.” Treadshot pulled his gun and shot his comrade in the leg, hobbling him. His loyal Decepticons would do whatever he said. Razorclaw smiled. “As you were Treadshot.” The Decepticon speed off to resume whatever task his master ordered. Razorclaw looked Oil Slick in the optics. “Don’t ever Question me! No matter how smart you may fool yourself into believing you are. You’re just a pawn.”

Oil Slick proceeded to patch himself up as Razorclaw walked away. Suddenly the internal alarms began to sound. “What is going on!?” bellowed Razorclaw. Frostbite responded, the sound of chaos ensuing behind him. “Something just ripped through the side of the ship.” Silverbolt and Blackarachnia aided Frostbite in pursuit of whatever it was. They followed its path of destruction to the brig. All their soldiers had been maimed in just a moment as this beast passed through the ships defenses with ease. “Razorclaw sir!” Razorclaw was on his way to the prison center already, “Report!” he shouted as he made his descent. “It’s got the kid and..” A loud crash rang out through the com-link. “And it just left the ship..” Razorclaw howled in rage, and ripped a hole in the side of his ship. From a small fracture he could it. Prime had taken the boy!

Nemesis Prime flicked off Leo Prime Juniors restraints. Before the youth could make a sound Nemesis shocked him mute with a surge of dark Energon. He carved open the cubs techno-organic chest and reached inside. Pulling out his premature Matrix. The shock caused the offline Leo Prime Junior to scream in pain. Nemesis Prime cast the youth to the earth. The Decepticons and Predacons were watching in awe and horror from their ship. He tore the child’s Matrix in half, and tossed the inert portions aside. Nemesis Prime opened his chest and revealed a hollow and dead Matrix. He smashed the power of Primus into the waiting hands of Unicron and brought his dead Matrix to life. The energy was ecstasy.

His power was greatly expanded. A dark aura surrounded him, causing the fearful to retreat. The Decepticon ship disappeared before Nemesis Prime could gather himself from the surge of energy. He could feel the will of Primus again and the sparks of all Cybertronians on the planet and… Unicron! His master! Nemesis retreated to his ship to confront his master.

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Snarl was doing the best he could with the limited knowledge of field medicine he had. But he was too big to navigate the more intricate areas. It was a benefit having the miniscule Sideburn there to assist with the operation. They were able to repair most of the young bot’s chassis but he had lost a lot of Energon and needed a transfusion. They were taking shelter in the rock formation. The cub was stable but not for long. They needed a miracle if he was to have any hope of survival.

Repugnus was flying along monitoring for his friends. Something told him he was close. As he neared a rock formation he could see a bright red logo beckoning him.

A trio of Transformers was charging across the open desert. The storm they sought to brave had dissipated. A sign of good fortune for them, or so they thought. A Maximal ship appeared above them suddenly. Usually a welcome sign, but unannounced was certainly odd. The veteran Maximal was backing away from the ship. “What wrong?” asked Grimlock. “You scared?” Grimlock chuckled. “It’s a trap!” said the Maximal in a stern voice. Swoop and Grimlock took up defensive positions alongside him. The ship opened fire. Grimlock tackled the Maximal commander as Swoop took to the skies drawing enemy fire and returning some of his own.

The ship opened and the Decepticons emerged. Ravage, and his future self Battle Ravage were leading an army of terror-clones at the behest of Soundwave. Accompanying him was the traitorous Rapticon, and Striker? Grimlock and Swoop charged them.

The two Dinobots were met by a swarm of terror-clones blocking their path. “As hasty and impulsive as ever, Aye Grimlock?” Rapticon seemed to be familiar with him, though Grimlock hardly knew him. “Now that we have been exposed, we’re gonna’ smash you dusty dinos!” Shouted Striker. Soundwave motioned in silence to his brutish lackeys. “Relinquish the Maximal Matrix!” Grimlock wasn’t gonna’ stand for this. “Grr! Grimlock smash!” In a typhoon of fury Grimlock transformed and attacked the Ravage clones, crushing them underfoot and gnashing at them with his massive bite. Swoop followed suit and attacked from above. The Maximal leader attacked Soundwave, but found that he was just a hologram being projected by the ship. A Spacebridge opened up and the clones began to converge on it, threatening to capture the Maximal leader and his Matrix. Grimlock could not allow it. “Swoop! Grab the mammal!” Yelled Grimlock as he jumped into position. He unleashed an ability not often used, his Primal scream. Adjusting the frequency he used a sub-sonic blast to disorient the Ravage clones while swoop grabbed the Maximal leader. As the trio fled, munitions from the Decepticon ship detonated around them.

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Repugnus landed the ship near the rock formation. He opened the side door, and proceeded to greet his friends. “Hey all, you’ll never guess who I picked up on the way!?” Repugnus was brushed aside by Leo Prime, who rushed to Leo Juniors aid. Leo Prime knelt beside him and lifted the boy’s head. “Can you hear me son?” Leo Juniors eyes flickered. Not on and off, but from Blue to Red. Leo Prime set the boy down, and stood up. “Back up everyone.” Longhorn, Leo Prime’s new Lieutenant, and Reptilion, a Maximal special ops soldier that had been undercover for years, watched from the ship, their presence unannounced due to the drama. Leo Prime’s chest opened and his 2nd generation Maximal Matrix was exposed, his normally blue optics changed to yellow as he channeled the power of Primus’s life giving energy from his Matrix and into his injured son. Leo Junior was restored, and better then ever. He had shed his fur from his days as a cub, and had attained a new coat. Its glowing white hue was as soft looking and inviting as the clouds themselves, and his golden main shown with a radiance only known by his father and the Sun itself. “Are you ok my son?” asked the concerned Leo Prime. The boy looked up at his father and smiled. The moment Leo Prime was reassured, his joy turned to terror. His son doubled over in pain and fell to the ground. Clutching his chest he withered on the ground in agony. Snarl went to attend the boy, but was halted by Leo Prime. “What are you doing? That’s your son…”

Leo Prime looked at Snarl intently, the sadness in his optics enforcing the severity of the situation. “He is infected with dark Energon, you can’t come into contact with him.” The on-lookers watched as Leo Juniors fur changed from white to black and back. His internal processors succumb to stress and he entered to stasis to avoid overheating. Carefully they quarantined and transported the infected youth onto the ship. Everyone was taking their seats and preparing to lift off when Leo Prime charged outside and bound to the top of the rock formation. Longhorn swiftly joined him. “What ya feeling boss?” Leo Prime looked out across the horizon, a massive sand cloud billowing in the distance. Faintly explosions could be seen, and eventually a Maximal ship became visible. “Our brothers need our help, and we need theirs. To the ship!” The two Maximals raced down the boulders and into the ship. “Dinobots, take us South!” commanded Leo Prime, his charisma entrancing his soldiers in a moment of awe-inspiring tranquility.

Razorclaw’s ship was hiding in H.A.L.O. Monitoring the Maximal’s movements were making him antsy. Soon they would be in overwhelming numbers and strength. Razorclaw summoned his troops to prepare for battle. He ordered Frostbite to radio the Decepticons. Razorclaw’s request was met by none other then Soundwave. Razorclaw observed that he still possessed his original Earth mode body, and Razorclaw became angry and jealous. “Soundwave, how do you retain your form after all this time, I have heard tales of your battles as a nuclear arsenal equipped battle chariot, yet you stand before unchanged by time?” Soundwave, was expressionless to most, but the Decepticons that dealt with him often could see his subtle changes. Right now Soundwave was smugly grinning at Razorclaw, and he didn’t like it. “Spark: Original, Identity: Duplication.” He responded in his commonly cold and unfeeling tone. “So whenever some random Decepticon leader needs a Soundwave they just make one aye? That explains that malformed mutation the Predacons kept around. I personally would have aborted his programming.” While Soundwave seemed to agree it was evident that he had more urgent matters on his mind. “Operation: Matrix Acquisition, Goal: Megatrons Revival!” Razorclaw was in concurrence with half of that plan, and slyly engineered an alliance with the trusting fool.

Leo Prime prepared his men for combat. Longhorn didn’t need any briefing. His trainer had served under Leo Prime, and had given him some valuable combat data tracks. Reptilion was hanging out with the Dinobots, it would appear to others that he had bonded with them, but he had motives of his own, that benefitted the Dinobots as well. Sideburn had no one to Powerlink to, and was thusly unable to aid his comrades directly, however he planned to man the ship in order to allow Repugnus to join the battle. It was tense on the ship, but anytime it seemed one of the Maximals was ready to crack, a single glance at Leo Prime restored their demeanor turning their trembles to rages and enhancing their calm. Leo Prime himself worried about his boy, who would soon be fighting Unicron in the core of his very spark, as Leo Prime had been forced to do once before after his final battle with Galvatron. That was another time when Leo Junior had been taken from him. Leo Prime loved his son as much as any father could, but as a soldier his job interfered with his family life more then any other would. He never had a day off, or shore leave. When you fight for the survival of your race in an insane civil war, everyday is a battle, and win, lose, or draw, you got to get up and fight again tomorrow. Before Junior had been taken, their mission to Unicron had an entirely different nature. Leo Prime wondered if he would be able to fulfill that goal.

Hard Head had survived alone in harsh conditions before, but even then it wasn’t for long. Following the battle with Unicron years ago, he had been counted among the dead with his fellow Headmasters. Though Hard Head had survived, seemingly alone on a desolate planet inhabited by strange organic beings that sought to claim his technological body. It was sheer luck that he had run into Weirdwolf, the only surviving Decepticon Headmaster. The two paled around together, before fate would separate them. Ships from their respective factions appeared on the planet, and they had to separate to rendezvous. Hard Head had hoped Weirdwolf would change his ways, maybe Weirdwolf felt the same, in the end, they both returned home alone. Now wasn’t so different. He was alone with a pair of Maximals he didn’t really know, but he trusted them.

While Autobots and Maximals share the same core values and principles, the Autobots had an air of superiority to them at the beginning of the Maximal upheaval. The Maximals were treated like disposable cannon fodder by some Autobots leading to issues early on between the two factions. Only the Autobot leader, Optimus Prime, taking a drastic step and becoming an Animal himself, a Bat no less, united the two groups into one. Shortly afterwards Optimus Prime and the Nu-Ark crew disappeared. A Maximal rescue was dispatched to find them, but that crew was sadly lost to the ages.

Years later when the Maximal Primes were reunited did Hard head finally get to join the Maximals. He had been deemed unfit for combat do to stress. But they couldn’t understand what it was like to lose your whole squad.

Hard Head glanced back at Tigatron and Airrazor. Both were competent soldiers. They had given him the heads up to avoid Razorclaw’s ship and now were aiding him in tracking the enemy. Airrazor had been skimming the ground to report to Tigatron, she swooped back up into the sky to resume patrol. Hard head figured she must just be uncomfortable around him, or just prefers speaking to Tigatron. “Airrazor reports two Maximal ships not far from us!” Tigatron’s voice sounded excited. Maybe it was for battle or to see his friends. Hard Head could imagine both. “Alright, once we find out which crew it is, we can coordinate a proper search effort.” Hard Head wasn’t their leader, but the three of them felt like a team, and he was enjoying the moment.

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